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Jul 2013
Flames are burning the clouds to ashes

A hole, a perfect circle of light
was torn into the patchwork of the sky
and sewn back up by the burnt bits of thread
That were made from the sun's fiery goodbye

capture-able  
no camera
no words even

Help prevent wildfires
The sky's the exception.
jad
Written by
jad  Bozeman, Montana, USA
(Bozeman, Montana, USA)   
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